Mother's Day *WARNING - GRAPHIC IMAGE*

I believe there is a good reason I'm not a mother. Mostly because I would not make a good mother. **************** WARNING - GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION & PHOTOS **************** As you might remember WE HAVE A PUPPY. On Sunday we went over to the old house to finish up a couple things, this and that, before listing the house for rent again. On the car ride over Max threw up. He does that mostly every time he gets a car ride. He loves car rides. He managed to miss mostly the tools piled up in the rear of the car, leaving a nice pile of barely-chewed dog kibble. In the puke-pile was a little bit of his shredded tennis ball and a white plastic-looking round object.

Of course Tom has to dig the round object out of the pile and it uncoiled in his hand, immediately dropped it on to the drive way and it writhed there for a short minute. Ugh - round worm! I wanted to mow the grass but it was instantly evident that the mower was not right. He flipped it over and discovered that the blade was bent, disfigured. Argh! A trip to the BigOrangeBox was eminent. He decided he would go to the BigPetStore, too, and get wormer for Max. Why didn't we do that a month or two ago? We are dreadfully bad parents! After we got home he gave Max two pills. This knocked him out pretty good. I know it was a long day for Max anyway, but having this strong medication going through him was rough, too.

In the morning the dead worms were anxious to leave the host. Grosser than gross. We are bad parents!